Over the last week or so I've had 2 story idea/challenge type thoughts.... neither of them is anything I could pull off well, even if I could get myself to stick with a story I start..... that said, here they are.

Challenge #3:
Summary: Basically it is Hacker!Harry.... people always mess with the timeline, so maybe just move it up a few years so that there is better computer equipment that he would have access to at school or the library or something during the dursley years.... part of my idea comes from Mastermind Hunting; once harry figures out how to make technology work near magic, he also figures out how to 'digitize' people/creatures and send them to his computer, where he can copy specific attributes and patch them to himself (ie. digitize tonks to copy her metamorph abilities) after which he reconstitutes them and blah blah blah.... I thought it could be an interesting take on the 'power he knows not' as well as being a neat way to have a super!harry story, which I like... that said, I wouldn't expect everything to come easy... it would take a while to learn/create those spells, and how pissed would people be when they woke up after having been digitized, etc....

Rules:
well, that's up to you, it is just a basic story idea and there's several ways to take it, so go with what you think works....


Challenge #4:
Summary: Something like a Bourne Identity meets Harry Potter. NOT a crossover, and not amnesia!harry, more along the lines of the British government deciding that they should try a new approach with respect to intelligence/assassins and taking/adopting young unwanted children and starting their training then. This could lead to a super!harry, but for this one I was thinking more resourceful than super... knowing how to use weapons and hand to hand, etc. but what wizard would let things get that close contact, and there have to be physical shielding spells, etc.

Rules:
- While the children aren't necessarily taught things most children know, it IS for the most part age appropriate, so there won't be a 10yo harry knowing how to drive like a stuntman and how to fly a helicopter, etc.
- Since children learn things more easily than adults much of the training would be learning/memorizing, with occasional practical lessons (ie. they would learn anatomy, math, languages, and would occasionally put those lessons to use by knowing/showing where to hit to kill or incapacitate, etc.)

 

3 seems very... meh. I don't see how it'd mech well with magic and HP.

4 seems much more interesting. A Bourne/Ludlum influenced Harry is sort of what I'm going for, with some bid differences. If done well, MinistryAgent!Harry could be really, really cool. Wasn't there a fic where he does missions after killing Voldie, whilst going to Hogwarts and adapting ect.. It had Sirius as a mentor. Good fic.

I could see Bourne!Harry being awesome.

 

I think the first one sounds amusing to write at the very least. I don't know how good it would be without a truly inspired author but I might write it myself for my own personal amusement.

The second I don't like as much. It seems a bit dry. Sort of like, wow I just watched Bourne Identity/Supremecy and I liked to the movie! And I do love HP fanfiction... Could they be smashed together into something slightly horrific?

 

It would really depend on the plot. A good plot with an idea like a ministry agent Harry could be awesome. Don't throw away an idea because it's been done before. EVERYTHING has been done before.

 

What would the author write about in the Bourne meets Potter non-crossover? Detail all of Harry's training done by the ministry, or whoever he is taken in by? That would get kinda boring with no objective in hand for quite sometime.

It would be easier to just skim through his training, and maybe go into detail his last year before he goes to hogwarts.

I guess it all depends on the author fleshing out the challenge into a plot bunny.

I would read it, just for an idea I haven't yet encountered.

 

I've never seen uber magical hacker Harry with the ability to make matrix like programs giving him other peoples' magical powers....

But yes, same as with the first challenge, the Bourne one could be done well with a skilled and inspired author. But then again, a turly inspired and skilled author could make goldfish!Harry interesting. meh.

 

Challenge Response Number Four:

The Eradication of the Wizarding World
by: Ovick111
Minister Fudge had a job to do today, he was supposed to tell the new Prime Minister of the Muggle England what the situation was. He had done it approximately two times so far, and each time he did it happily. It was fun to watch the muggle squirm and almost piss their pants, especially the prime minister. He decided to go in the evening.

He went home that night after work and changed into his special muggle clothing, a nondescript business suit and a bowler hat. He apparrated in front of the Prime Minister's house. It was very grand, as expected of the muggle prime minister.

His job was to infiltrate the house. Luckily he brought his invisibility cloak with him. He put it on and knocked on the door. An attendant opened the door and looked outside in confusion while Fudge sneaked in with a smirk. He knew the way already because he had done this twice before.

The new P.M was Minister Gordon Fugaro, a Japanese English person. He didn't care much for outsiders, which was one reason he supported Lucius Malfoy and not Dumbledore. The office was decorated with a golden plaque that had the Minister's name elegantly carved in.

Fudge smiled his widest smile, pulled out his wand and opened the door with his left hand.

The minister was alone, bent over his paper work. "Ahem," he said, clearing his throat. "Prime Minister Gordon Fugaro."

Gordon looked up, "Who's that?" He asked, he was obviously scared. "Where are you? What is this?!"

Fudge took off his invisibility cloak. "Hello there," He said, walking up to the minister and stretching out his hand in a handshake.

The minister reflexively shook hands with his counterpart of the wizarding world. "Who- how?"

"Minister, let me tell you something of great importance..." This was his favorite part.

"Magic is real."

***

Minister Gordon took the news with shock of course, and he got a bit drunk but not too drunk to not know what he would do to combat this situation. He was a master chess player, and a cunning politician. In his mind, Fudge had attacked him with this news, tried to intimidate him. He had to plan a counter attack... but how? The other ministers were obviously too scared to tell anyone about this and he put the theory that he was going crazy out of his mind.

He was a very logical person, but a very creative one as well. He was different from the other Prime Ministers. For one he had installed the newest security cameras around his home. This kind of camera was mainly used for taking pictures of hummer birds. Little birds whose wings moved too fast for a normal camera to see. This one would show how the minister was invisible... if he was invisible.

He went to the security control room at the ground floor. There were two security guards looming lazily over the cameras.

"Muthinham, Kalipon, out please."

"Huh? Oh! Prime Minister!" Muthinham said, startled as he stood up to his feet.

"I need to check on the cameras for a few minutes. Can you please excuse me?" It wasn't a question, it was an order.

"Uh, sure, Prime Minister."

"Thank you."

They left and went to the lounge to have a cup of coffee or two. The minister wasted no time, he immedately rewinded the tapes to about ten minutes and focused in on the door outside of his home. There it was, a slight flicker that would have gone almost unnoticable to the untrained eye. He saw the secretary downstairs open the door, there was the proof that he wasn't going crazy at least.

"Damn it," He said. He half wished he was crazy. A magical world... the shock was settling in.

Focus, man, focus, he chided himself. This is for my country. Focus!

Now what was his next phase of plan? He had to show it to his generals and plan an eradication of the magical world, or at the very least get more information about them. Unfortunately he had not installed any cameras in his own office for privacy reasons. But the flicker was there. He removed the tapes and went back to his office.

It was time to call his old buddy, General Walter Murray.

***

Two years later, You-Know-Who is defeated. At the same time Vernon Dursley gives Harry Potter up to a local orphanage.

***

"You are sure this kid is... well... the same one in the magical newspaper?" The Prime Minister asked.

"Yes sir," said General Murray. "It was tough getting these newspapers, but we finally did it. There was a big celebration, the terrorists have been getting lax."

"Excellent. Now we need to do a background check on this boy, maybe he has normal-"

"Done and done." The General handed him a sheet of paper. "The boy is in St. Peter's Orphanage, in Surrey."

"This is too easy," The Prime Minister said. "You know what to do?"

"Kidnap him and train him to be on our side?"

"You got it, General."

***

Harry Potter was taken a few days later from the orphanage to a secure military facility. Until he was four, he lived as a normal child with one nurse. The nurse died of a 'mysterious' accident when Harry reached an appropriate age to start training.

He was shown pictures of the wizarding world and was starved in a completely white windowless room. All day and night tapes played, brain washing him.

"The magical world is evil and must be destroyed..." Over and over, propoganda played in the background until Harry was sufficiently brought over to the normal side.

When he was ten years old, a day before his birthday he was taken to the general to get his instructions. Then, one day after a letter came for him....

***

"Harry Potter," McGonnagall said.

Harry was a short scrawny boy, he was very suspicious and his eyes constantly darted back and forth as if in terror. Nobody noticed much, just thinking that he was another apprehensive eleven year old.

He went on the stool and put the sorting hat on his head.

"Hmm Very interesting - OH MY GOD!" The sorting hat seemed shocked and amazed.

Harry cursed himself, he had forgotten his instructions! He had to block his mind from magical forces. A psychologist had shown him how...

"Take a cock horse to Bradburry Cross... Take a cock horse to Bradburry Cross..." The song was firmly planted in his mind until the sorting hat could see into his mind no longer. But it had gotten a glimpse of Harry's intentions, of that hate for the wizarding world.

It didn't know what to do and it didn't know what house to sort Harry into.

Harry seemed to realize this and his mantra changed to:

"Take a cock horse to Gryfindor house, take a cock horse to Gryfindor house..."

"GRYFINDOR!" The sorting hat shouted.

Harry smirked as he pullled off the sorting hat and put it on the stool.

***

Letter to General Walter Murray in code --

Coordinates (school) : 14e, 56N
Coordinates (towns) : 13e, 54N, 87w, 34S, 78e, 23S ...
Coordinates (ministry of magic) : 67e, 23S
....
-hp


***

London Herald
October 31st, 1991

Nuclear Explosion in Britain! Russia claims: "Not Involved"

British Times
November 1st, 1991

Nuclear Explosion Set off in Britain!

Surrey Sun
October 31st, 1991

Half of Britan, Gone! Nukes!

***

October 31st, the day the world witnessed half of England destroyed. Several nuclear disanbandment programs followed under International pressure.

October 31st, the day the English Wizarding World was formally executed.

October 31st, the morning when Harry Potter sat in a Starbucks restaurant, with a caged owl beside him, jotting something on a notepad....

The End.

***

AN: Credit for idea goes to inventor of challenge. It was interesting. How's this for a first post?

 

Challenge Response Number Four:

The Eradication of the Wizarding World
by: Ovick111
Minister Fudge had a job to do today, he was supposed to tell the new Prime Minister of the Muggle England what the situation was. He had done it approximately two times so far, and each time he did it happily. It was fun to watch the muggle squirm and almost piss their pants, especially the prime minister. He decided to go in the evening.

He went home that night after work and changed into his special muggle clothing, a nondescript business suit and a bowler hat. He apparrated in front of the Prime Minister's house. It was very grand, as expected of the muggle prime minister.

His job was to infiltrate the house. Luckily he brought his invisibility cloak with him. He put it on and knocked on the door. An attendant opened the door and looked outside in confusion while Fudge sneaked in with a smirk. He knew the way already because he had done this twice before.

The new P.M was Minister Gordon Fugaro, a Japanese English person. He didn't care much for outsiders, which was one reason he supported Lucius Malfoy and not Dumbledore. The office was decorated with a golden plaque that had the Minister's name elegantly carved in.

Fudge smiled his widest smile, pulled out his wand and opened the door with his left hand.

The minister was alone, bent over his paper work. "Ahem," he said, clearing his throat. "Prime Minister Gordon Fugaro."

Gordon looked up, "Who's that?" He asked, he was obviously scared. "Where are you? What is this?!"

Fudge took off his invisibility cloak. "Hello there," He said, walking up to the minister and stretching out his hand in a handshake.

The minister reflexively shook hands with his counterpart of the wizarding world. "Who- how?"

"Minister, let me tell you something of great importance..." This was his favorite part.

"Magic is real."

***

Minister Gordon took the news with shock of course, and he got a bit drunk but not too drunk to not know what he would do to combat this situation. He was a master chess player, and a cunning politician. In his mind, Fudge had attacked him with this news, tried to intimidate him. He had to plan a counter attack... but how? The other ministers were obviously too scared to tell anyone about this and he put the theory that he was going crazy out of his mind.

He was a very logical person, but a very creative one as well. He was different from the other Prime Ministers. For one he had installed the newest security cameras around his home. This kind of camera was mainly used for taking pictures of hummer birds. Little birds whose wings moved too fast for a normal camera to see. This one would show how the minister was invisible... if he was invisible.

He went to the security control room at the ground floor. There were two security guards looming lazily over the cameras.

"Muthinham, Kalipon, out please."

"Huh? Oh! Prime Minister!" Muthinham said, startled as he stood up to his feet.

"I need to check on the cameras for a few minutes. Can you please excuse me?" It wasn't a question, it was an order.

"Uh, sure, Prime Minister."

"Thank you."

They left and went to the lounge to have a cup of coffee or two. The minister wasted no time, he immedately rewinded the tapes to about ten minutes and focused in on the door outside of his home. There it was, a slight flicker that would have gone almost unnoticable to the untrained eye. He saw the secretary downstairs open the door, there was the proof that he wasn't going crazy at least.

"Damn it," He said. He half wished he was crazy. A magical world... the shock was settling in.

Focus, man, focus, he chided himself. This is for my country. Focus!

Now what was his next phase of plan? He had to show it to his generals and plan an eradication of the magical world, or at the very least get more information about them. Unfortunately he had not installed any cameras in his own office for privacy reasons. But the flicker was there. He removed the tapes and went back to his office.

It was time to call his old buddy, General Walter Murray.

***

Two years later, You-Know-Who is defeated. At the same time Vernon Dursley gives Harry Potter up to a local orphanage.

***

"You are sure this kid is... well... the same one in the magical newspaper?" The Prime Minister asked.

"Yes sir," said General Murray. "It was tough getting these newspapers, but we finally did it. There was a big celebration, the terrorists have been getting lax."

"Excellent. Now we need to do a background check on this boy, maybe he has normal-"

"Done and done." The General handed him a sheet of paper. "The boy is in St. Peter's Orphanage, in Surrey."

"This is too easy," The Prime Minister said. "You know what to do?"

"Kidnap him and train him to be on our side?"

"You got it, General."

***

Harry Potter was taken a few days later from the orphanage to a secure military facility. Until he was four, he lived as a normal child with one nurse. The nurse died of a 'mysterious' accident when Harry reached an appropriate age to start training.

He was shown pictures of the wizarding world and was starved in a completely white windowless room. All day and night tapes played, brain washing him.

"The magical world is evil and must be destroyed..." Over and over, propoganda played in the background until Harry was sufficiently brought over to the normal side.

When he was ten years old, a day before his birthday he was taken to the general to get his instructions. Then, one day after a letter came for him....

***

"Harry Potter," McGonnagall said.

Harry was a short scrawny boy, he was very suspicious and his eyes constantly darted back and forth as if in terror. Nobody noticed much, just thinking that he was another apprehensive eleven year old.

He went on the stool and put the sorting hat on his head.

"Hmm Very interesting - OH MY GOD!" The sorting hat seemed shocked and amazed.

Harry cursed himself, he had forgotten his instructions! He had to block his mind from magical forces. A psychologist had shown him how...

"Take a cock horse to Bradburry Cross... Take a cock horse to Bradburry Cross..." The song was firmly planted in his mind until the sorting hat could see into his mind no longer. But it had gotten a glimpse of Harry's intentions, of that hate for the wizarding world.

It didn't know what to do and it didn't know what house to sort Harry into.

Harry seemed to realize this and his mantra changed to:

"Take a cock horse to Gryfindor house, take a cock horse to Gryfindor house..."

"GRYFINDOR!" The sorting hat shouted.

Harry smirked as he pullled off the sorting hat and put it on the stool.

***

Letter to General Walter Murray in code --

Coordinates (school) : 14e, 56N
Coordinates (towns) : 13e, 54N, 87w, 34S, 78e, 23S ...
Coordinates (ministry of magic) : 67e, 23S
....
-hp


***

London Herald
October 31st, 1991

Nuclear Explosion in Britain! Russia claims: "Not Involved"

British Times
November 1st, 1991

Nuclear Explosion Set off in Britain!

Surrey Sun
October 31st, 1991

Half of Britan, Gone! Nukes!

***

October 31st, the day the world witnessed half of England destroyed. Several nuclear disanbandment programs followed under International pressure.

October 31st, the day the English Wizarding World was formally executed.

October 31st, the morning when Harry Potter sat in a Starbucks restaurant, with a caged owl beside him, jotting something on a notepad....

The End.

***

AN: Credit goes to inventor of challenge. It was interesting. How's this for a first post?

 

Hows that for a first post? Utter shite of the highest order.

Firstly, if you write something, go write it in the WORK BY AUTHOR section! Not in the challenge section.

Next, the writing in general sucks.

And lastly, you could have attempted to be a tad realistic. Go read the Wizard vs Muggle thread to see exactly why a nuclear bombardment wouldn't work on the wizarding world. NOT LEAST BECAUSE NO GOVERNMENT WOULD NUKE ITS OWN COUNTRY. How do you nuke something that is inside your own capital city? How would the US government go about nuking something that was in Washington DC? Would it? Could it?

Next, you could try and be a tad historically accurate. In 1979 Margaret Thatcher was elected PM. One of the few female Premiers in the world, the US has yet to have one, we managed it in 1979. And you ignore her, in favour of a half Japanese twat who's got delusions of granduer and seems to ignore the parlamentry system and basically ignore how Britain is actually run. If you're going to write something involving British politics, at least get it right.

 

Well... someone might not be coming back to DLP now... heh.

 

I'm supposed to care that he might not come back? Oh well...oops.

Perhaps I wouldn't be so hard on him if he didn't post so much god awful, pathetic twaddle in a challenge thread. He's obviously either seriously dense, or a troll.

 

I don't know if I should point out that with the bourne identity type challenge, I was meaning that he would be trained from a young age as a muggle agent, not a magical one.... the story itself would be about him entering the magical world with that as his background....